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A Wetlands World Beyond our yard lies lower land and here creek water backs to stand; creates a large and shallow pond, a wetlands world, of which I'm fond. It's here the large pond lily thrives; a beaver builds his lodge and dives to eat the roots he finds so sweet. I see the ducks with paddle feet, who come to eat the flower seeds. A cautious white-tail deer who feeds upon the wide and tender leaves and here a fat, brown muskrat heaves himself out on the bank to dry. A squirrel is scolding from nearby. I often see the masked raccoon and listen to the haunting tune of water birds unknown to me because they call at night, you see. I watch them live here undettered, not threatened yet, by deed or word and make a vow, that while I'm here, their lives will not be touched by fear. |
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